Up, north, south, left, west, right, east... Shen Tianhao gestured to the stars in the sky and shook his head confidently: "I don't know."

"Southwest."

Liu'er hugged her knees and looked at the fire and whispered.

The corners of Wan Yun's eyebrows trembled slightly - Southwest? Could it really be...

When the breeze blew through his ears, Wan Yun jumped up, spun around and landed behind Liu'er, folded his arms and looked at her back coldly: "To be honest, I don't believe you from the bottom of my heart."

Feeling the suppressed emotion in her breath, Liu'er didn't dare to look back. She just shivered in front of the fire and shook her head desperately: "I didn't lie to you."

Wan Yun frowned.

Can she still trust Liu'er?

What should we do if another move turns the tiger away from the mountain?

However, if she chooses not to believe Liu'er, will she miss something that she will regret?

For example, Lin Yun.

Wan Yun turned his head, looked to the southwest again, pondered for a moment, and finally made up his mind, "I'll believe you this time, if you lie to me..."

She didn't finish half of her sentence, but Liu'er also understood her implication and hugged her body tightly, "Liu'er doesn't dare."

"Okay." Wan Yun turned around, took out all the banknotes on his body and gave them to Shen Tianhao: "Boss Shen, please help me send this girl and her child back to Tianzhou. If she gets to Tianzhou, please take her in first. When I arrive, they will come to thank you."

She spoke a little too fast. Ever since she heard from Liu'er that the direction of Yuetai Mountain was southwest, Wan Yun's heart could no longer be calm.

The true energy in her body was flowing very fast, making Wan Yun's limbs and bones scalding hot. A kind of pull from the same root and origin was telling her - something might have happened to Lin Yun.

Does the shocking cannon sound just now have something to do with him? Could he...

Not daring to think about it anymore, Wan Yun speeded up the matter at hand, neatly picked out the useful items from his package and handed them to Shen Tianhao.

"These are Ying'er's clothes, and there are some broken pieces of silver. It's all a matter of trouble to Mr. Shen."

Shen Tianhao watched without saying a word as Wan Yun stuffed items into his arms. He endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back. "Miss Mu, it seems... I didn't promise you?"

Wan Yun paused for a moment, then looked at Shen Tianhao, and continued to stuff things into his arms, "The businessman is only interested in profit. Whatever conditions Mr. Shen has, just give them to him."

This is what I was waiting for! Shen Tianhao smiled and spread his hands: "That man gave you the jade token."

The jade tablets of the Xuanyuan royal family are definitely good things. Not to mention how rare the material is, they at least symbolize a kind of power. If you resell them, you will definitely make a lot of money!

He slapped his hand away, and the anxious Wan Yun's face became increasingly ugly: "Seriously, I don't have time to joke with you!"

Okay, actually I'm not joking... Shen Tianhao looked at the darkened face of the "devil" and swallowed these words alive. He thought about it and didn't know what kind of request he should make. He simply said: "How about I owe it first, on one condition."

"Okay." Wan Yun was in a hurry to get away and was not in the mood to bargain with him. "As long as I can do it and it doesn't violate the moral principles of the world, I will definitely agree to it."

"It's a deal?"

“It’s a deal!”

"Okay, Tianzhou Shenzhai, we are waiting for Miss Mu."

Wan Yun gave Shen Tianhao a final solemn look, raised his arm, and patted his shoulder heavily, "Mr. Shen, thank you very much."

I hope that next time I stand in front of you, I will have no regrets.

Lin Yun's instructions are left to you.

…

White shadows flew elegantly across the mountains and forests, rushing towards the southwest without stopping, pulling the clouds back.

She didn't know where Lin Yun was, or where Yuetai Mountain was. But somewhere in the dark, a voice seemed to be reminding her that it was ahead, still ahead...

Wan Yun had never used Qing Gong continuously for such a long time, but the strange thing was that instead of feeling tired, she became more and more energetic. In the second half of the night, she happened to pass by a river. Wan Yun was also a little thirsty, and her body turned around.

Next to the river, I rolled up my sleeves and wanted to drink some water.

It is so quiet at night, especially in the mountains and countryside, where every breath can be heard clearly.

After drinking a few large sips of water, Wan Yun sat cross-legged on a big rock by the river, ready to take a short rest and wait for his breathing to become more stable before continuing on his way.

"Quick! Over there, over there!"

Several incomprehensible words broke the silence and suddenly sounded in the mountains and forests behind her. Wan Yun opened her eyes and quickly turned her head to look behind her.

As the shouting became louder and louder, one could faintly see torches stretching for miles appearing in the mountains and forests, like a fire dragon slowly shuttling through the mountains and jungles.

"You guys go up, I'll take them down to have a look!"

"Okay, see you under the big rock later."

Beigong dialect?

Wan Yun frowned, are these people from the Northern Huns?

She braced herself and stood up silently. It seemed that nine out of ten Northern Hungarian bases were located here.

It took no effort to get it, but it was not as joyful as he had imagined before. Wan Yun's heart was still heavy.

What are they looking for with their torches?

Could it be... Lin Yun?

What was the reason for that cannon sound?

Intimidate him? Threaten him? Or...kill him?

Suddenly, the image of Lin Yun covered in blood flashed through his mind, and Wan Yun's internal organs suddenly clenched into a ball!

There was no transition, and tears burst out of my eyes inexplicably. It was not a moistening drizzle, but a heavy downpour. It came so violently that by the time Wan Yun was stunned to react, a large piece of his chest was already wet.

——The light blue clothes were stained with blood all over his body, and his lips were pale. He fell to the ground due to the strength of his body. His slender fingers with clear joints were covered with dirt, and he pinched them into the soil half-grip and half-open, as if he was trying his best to endure the erosion of his bones.

Severe pain...

Why? Why did a fantasy penetrate her mind so clearly?

Lin Yun is so powerful, no, he will never be so embarrassed and injured!

There is a subtler voice in the bottom of my heart that keeps shouting - why not? He is not a vajra body. How can a mortal body withstand gunpowder cannons? What's more, he has transferred a lot of true energy to himself, which can protect the body.

How much energy is left?

Lin Yun...Lin Yun!

Huo Ran raised his head, Wan Yun casually wiped his face with his sleeves, his swollen red eyes shot out with sword-like sharpness, fixating on the fire dragon moving in the forest.

After gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath, he rolled up his sleeves and rolled up the clouds. The snow-white figure jumped up, splitting the night like lightning and shooting toward the mountain forest, instantly blending into the surrounding darkness.

Lin Yun, wait for me!

"Hey, look, look! Over there!" A young soldier discovered a bloody figure lying on the ground in the forest path, and was so excited that he rushed there waving a torch.

"Hurry! Catch him quickly!"

The daring Northern Huns rushed forward, and the long dragon-shaped fire turned into a crowded group in the melee. You dragged his hands and I dragged his feet, and they all grabbed him from all directions.

Ling Yun, unwilling to let go in order to compete for the top spot!

Who doesn’t know how much effort the clan leader put into killing this man? Whoever lets go is a fool!

After grunting a few times, Ling Yun, who had fainted, could only frown in pain. He was violently fought over by the Northern Huns, and the black wound that had finally become scabbed was torn open again, dripping with blood as if it were bleeding.

It gushed out and flowed down from his chest, soaking his abdomen and dripping down his skin...

A noble man who should have stood at the highest point of the Xuanyuan Palace, turning his hands to the wind and pouring rain with his hands, is now surrounded by the Northern Hungarian people who are full of excitement and even a little twisted, and they are fighting hard for him. The blood-stained light blue

The brocade was torn into pieces, and the unstoppable blood seemed to be flowing out endlessly.

"Don't grab it! I found it first!"

The young boy was so angry at the shameful robbery of his companions that his voice was already lost in the uncontrollable cheers. He could only shut up and increase the strength of his men, pulling as hard as he could.
Chapter completed!